I stood in front of the door, hoping and praying to the moon goddess that Miss Eleanor wouldn't find fault with the pastries this time. I said a few words of prayers before I knocked and entered.
"Here, Miss," I said as I served the tarts.
"Don't tell me they prepared this down too?" She asked with raised brows.
"This is a fresh batch." I replied.
"No fun!" She whined, tossing her phone away.
What did she mean by no fun? This woman was obviously messing around with me.
"Bring it closer to me," she commanded and I did as I was told. Luckily, she didn't reject it or send me back, but she ate the whole thing. She got a call and she frowned as soon as she saw the caller ID.
"What?" She replied in the harshest of tones I had ever heard her use.
They talked for a while
